Chapter42 Our First Date

"My choice!" I half scoffed. "I wanted to wear it." I defended myself. Deep down, I knew I was acting childish but something inside me was a little peeved. "Then why aren't you?" He asked me once more and I was quiet. I wanted to tell him but I couldn't and I knew I was making an issue out of nothing. As childish as I sounded, I wanted to know how he felt about me. I didn't want to be another one of the girls he wined and dined. "I felt like wearing this." I shrugged my shoulders and clasped my hands tightly. Curse me for starting this conversation. "But you couldn't wear the one I sent you?" He glanced at me sideways. "Again Brielle, its fine. You don't have to feel guilty about it. I thought you'd like that dress." He was trying his best to not sound detached. "I am sorry. I'll send it back tomorrow." I told him and he looked baffled for a second. It wasn't like I was ever going to wear that again so it was better to send it back rather than wasting money. His lip curved in a my